Nubia Hassan
Evening Moths, Morning Anchor
or
is it the plucking of strings is
it the settling colors on your face
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Jenna Cardinale
All Feigned
Drained,
I'd come home Everything
is called work, I
think I've been trained
Half
the way Below,
girlfriend— These names are unpronounceable. No.
No. That is
But
I know the sound I
listened to your least- The
tight white tux Does
it look the same You
smiled so
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Julie Doxsee
Continuum
blue
trees to atrophying in your skull.
I negotiate rib with the backdrop of
ornaments near your head. Envy me
because
you close in hand blackening electricity,
wearing you
sharks had begun that evaporated years ago. With
rat's voice No I
didn't open my * Today
the Today
the
dividing into
six pieces into
seven * The
devil girl
an auburn
She must a devil girl. * Silhouettes
tiny
people
interlock
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Jane Ormerod
Animals (1)
Naked This train is calling at Eastbourne, Polegate, Lewes and Plumpton I confuse bees with rats Rats
in hand knitted sweaters Hiding
in the copse Change at Lewes for all stations to Brighton My
neighbours named their cat Ditto because I
am a waitress tripping on a linoleum floor Wivelsfield, Haywards Heath The
boy playing golf takes not a pebble of notice East Croydon, Clapham Junction and London Victoria This
is my call This train terminates here
Despite
the vinyl floor
Hummingbird sex Do
you, my dear, remember anyone
Karyna McGlynn
Animals Going to Hell
who
is The
blossoms This
morning here, a little girl
The
hearse pulled into the street because, Close
by there was a thick belt of ice there
was a picture:
today,
the college holds its breath the
dean eats chicken schwarma in secret I
am forever climbing these dingy stairs when
you start from scratch I
pass my mouth over the side for
one singular sensation,
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Matina L. Stamatakis
Tame
no
acajou, petal, shade of palm
we
are, are not circular amarelle
no violet centrifuge
persistence color
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Michelle La Vigne
Trois Gymnopedies
The
old men talk of stones, filling the afternoon
Madam,
The
rasp of cinnamon
(Response to an assemblage by Louise Nevelson)
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a broken bridge infinite by definition a thought leading nowhere now arriving there
say
a sound if
you can't cross the same river twice
he
was pointing and panting rabble
babbling parables carnage
of our age invasion
they were ordered to excavate the building at once
she
writes you letters from abroad as promised for
thoughts are naught
what
U for C in the next century
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Kenji Siratori
Amorphous-anthropoid
Although
the blood of myself is road the murder area of the rhinoceros bar
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